Next week we begin the annual charade,
A promise of longer days by clock setting?
Fraud would be the crime.
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Once again, half awake, we’ll go through the motions,
Fueled by another cup of Joe.
Is an entire year in which “noon” really means noon,
A pleasure we will never know?
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Days are what they are, despite the clock's setting.
This never seems to give them pause.
Their circadian rhythm knowledge stands still.
They still believe in Santa Claus?
Brilliant. It amazes me that such a patently irrational practice has gone on for more than a century.